The impressive agility of the two female musketeers played an essential role in the dense forest, darting about on the branches like two splendid cheetahs, leaving the man in casual wear scrambling in panic. The sporadic gunshots added to his disorientation.
"This was far more than simply biting off more than he could chew, it was like charging headfirst into Mount Everest, the blood gushing forth." The man in casual wear cursed his own inability to sprout additional legs. Just when he thought about taking shelter in a bush from his attackers, a sudden pain shot through his left leg. It could no longer support his weight, and with a scream of terror, he tumbled forwards.
Having taken a quick glance at his bloody calf, the man realized that he had been hit by a bullet. Unable to stand up, he used his dwindling strength to crawl into the bushes. Alas, he made it only a few steps when a pair of thighs encased in thigh-high boots appeared before him.
